Recap
Sam and the guys are heading out in the aftermath of Sam’s “break up” with Andi. As they’re heading for the bar, the same song,
Radar Love, keeps playing on the radio and Sam figures it’s the Devil’s intervention. He insists on having a night for himself and turns off the radio. However, when they get to the bar nothing is going on until a bachelorette party comes over. One semi-drunk woman, Taylor, plants a kiss on Sam and they exchange numbers, but the women take off when none of the guys refuse to do a strip dance for them...
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Episode Notes
Andrew Airlie, Donovan Stinson, and Valerie Rae Miller don't appear but don't appear.
Jill Teed is credited as a guest star but doesn't appear. Christine Willes is credited as a co-star but doesn't appear.
Episode Quotes
Ben: Damn. We look good.
Sock: I’m thinking of touching myself.
Sam: Not in my car, please.
The Devil: I was able to obtain some information one of her many, many, many erogenous zones. Just stroke her earlobe, and she’ll do anything. Anything.
Sam: There is something really wrong with you.
The Devil: What? Encouraging a young man to succumb to his primal and perfectly natural instincts. Sharing the fact that Taylor’s in her experimental phase? Is that bad?
Ben: Yeah, Love, Bullets, and Blacktop. It’s a fine title.
Sock: Boobs, Bullets, and Blacktop would be better. You know, the whole repeatin the Bs thing, that’s classy.
Sam: A church? Isn’t this a little too close for comfort?
The Devil: Nah, me and the Big Guy have an understanding. I stay out of his house, he lets me play with his toys.
The Devil: Love? There’s no such thing. I’m talking real passion, lust.
Sam: You don’t think love is real?
The Devil: The French invited love so they could put a civilized face on a primal urge. Dress it up with candy and hearts and cubic zirocnia. In the end it all comes down to endorphins and genitalia.
Sock: All right, the code word is “jambalya.”
Ben: I don’t like that word.
Sock: I don’t care if you like it, Ben. The decision has been made, okay?
Sock: You are a man of discriminating tastes. I can tell by the four buttons undone on your shirt.
Holly: Do you like to get crazy? Do you like to play with danger?
Sam: I… dabble.
The Devil: I’m sorry, Sammy. I never should have pushed that whole Taylor thing on you. I had no idea you were a homosexual. “We should just slow it down a little”? Hmmm, you hear that. That’s the sound of every man in the world laughing at you.